BanquetA heart of stone, a smoking gun
I can give you life, I can take it away
A heart of stone, a smoking gun
I'm working it out
Why'd you feel so underrated?
Why'd you feel so negated?
Blue Light"Blue Light"
You'll find it hiding in shadows
You'll find it hiding in cupboards
It will walk you home safe every night
It will help you remember
If that's way it is
Hero, Take the day off workAnother bad day, waste of promise
Are we really getting near?
Kick off your work shoes, rest a little
There's nothing for you to prove
Is it funny or is it sad?
We leave and enter on our own
Is it funny or is it sad?
Hunting For WitchesI'm sitting, on the roof of my house
With a shotgun
And a six pack of beers,six pack of beers,six pack of beers.
The news copter says the enemies among us,
As bombs explode on the 30 bus,
Kill your middle class indecision,
Now is not the time for a liberal thought,
Like Eating GlassIt's so cold in this house
Open mouth swallowing us
The children staying home from school
Will not stop crying
And I know that you're busy too
I know that you care
You got your finger on the pulse
SignsTwo ravens in the old oak tree and
One for you and one for me and
Bluebells in the late December
I see signs now all the time
The last time we slept together
There was something that was not there
You never wanted to alarm me
The PrayerLord give me grace and dancing feet
And the power to impress
Lord give me grace and dancing feet
Let me outshine the moon
Is it so wrong to crave recognition?
Second best, runner-up
Is it so wrong to want rewarding?
this modern loveTo be lost in the forest
To be cut adrift
You've been trying to reach me
You bought me a book
To be lost in the forest
To be cut adrift
I've been paid
I've been paid
This Modern Love OST Как я встретил вашу мамуTo be lost in the forest
To be cut adrift
You've been trying to reach me
You bought me a book
To be lost in the forest
To be cut adrift
I've been paid
I've been paid
V.A.L.I.SWhen in motion
World is frozen
Talks in circles and Greek
He’s into epiphany
He’s into philosophy
He’s into methylamphetamines
He’s into science
But he’s lost his way
We Were LoversWe meet inside the café
The air is thick like hospital
Choked by the gold on your finger
We were lovers
Bury the thoughts that resurface
Those hands were mine
And now our love has been forgotten
Like it was never there